Thanks, Tracey. The vet thinks that she's slowly improving, too. He said the Convenia can take a little time to kick in. I'm to report back to him on Wednesday about how she's doing when I report in on Poppaea.

I mentioned not wanting to have to try and wrestle her into a carrier again to bring her in for blood work. He said she's always had issues with being held and carried.. He was the one who repaired her hind legs after they been stepped on when she was a kitten.

"That's the power of kittens (and puppies too, of course): They can reduce us to quivering masses of Jell-O in about two seconds flat and make us like it. Good thing they don't have opposable thumbs or they'd surely have taken over the world by now." -- Paul Lukas

No matter what anyone does, someone some where will be offended some how!!!!
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Grandma (RB), Chester, Angel, Chip
Leonardo (RB), Luke (RB), Winnie, Chuck,
Frankie
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~WHERE YOU ARE IS WHERE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE!!!
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Last night Sparkler did not come out for some food.. at least not that I was aware of, as I slept quite soundly. I did leave a bowl of kibble under the bed, which had been all eaten when I got up in the morning, again, I hope by her but can't tell for sure.

When I was feeding the other guys breakfast (kibble) in the bedroom, I looked under the bed and saw that the box-springs fabric volume was way weighed down in the middle (by guess who), so I quick went in the kitchen, got some wet food and scooped it out into a bowl, then went back and stuck the bowl in through one of the holes in the fabric bottom.

A little later I went back to get the emptied-bowls and checked the one in the fabric bottom.. all had been eaten! I am hoping and am fairly certain by guess-who but can't be absolutely sure that Poppy didn't slip in there and eat it. (The others in the bedroom aren't capable.) I don't think so, because Sparkler was still there in the middle, but I can't be absolutely certain.

This is all such a worry to me. I don't know how I can get her OUT of there and put her somewhere else she'll feel safe and begin to relax in.. I get thoughts of her getting really sick in there and just wasting away..

Please continue sending prayers and good wishes for both Sparkler and Poppaea.. thank you so much from us all,

Love, Pat and cats

I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.

Thank you, Barbara. Last evening she came out, and I gave her a dish of their regular wet food (Trader Joe's Turkey and Giblets Dinner). She ate some but not the whole bowlful. Maybe she's spoiled with the Fancy Feast.

This morning when I was bringing in breakfast for the other cats in the bedroom, she was out, but she went back into the bedsprings box. Maybe she's feeling a little better and getting more outgoing again. I hope and pray so.

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I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.

Sparkler- new complications

Sparkler is coming out some now, and she spends time on the "hammock" created by the sagging material under the box springs, where I can reach in and pet her or give her food.

The apartment complex owners are going to be replacing all the windows in all of the apartments. Mine are scheduled to be done April 8 or 9. Since according to my lease I can only have two pets here, I may need to board all 7 cats that day. Or maybe Sparkler can stay here, but I'm sure she'd head right back up into the bedsprings once the atmosphere got alarming. Poppaea can maybe stay here too, because I don't think she'd roam far. But if any cats stay here, I will want to be here while the work is being done, so I can check on them and maybe move them from one room while the other is being done.

It's all quite alarming for me.

Please keep the prayers and good wishes coming. Thank you.

I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.